[0815] Martial Law and Searches

Lux had no idea that among the charred remains on the collapsed podium was someone who could be considered an "old acquaintance" of hers.

When the Final Spark swept across the podium and the guards rushed forward to subdue the remaining assassins, Lux's thoughts had already shifted from the assassination itself to its repercussions.

To her, an assassination of this scale posed no threat. What she needed to pay more attention to was the impact it would have.

Soon, the assassins who had escaped the Final Spark were captured one after another. Once the last Freljordian assassin had their hands and feet locked in sealing shackles, Lissandra, who had lost her ability to pinpoint the target, could no longer maintain the blizzard remotely.

The heavy snowfall that had been raging moments before soon came to a halt. A few minutes earlier, the snow had been so thick that you couldn't tell man from beast five steps away. A few minutes later, the clouds had parted, the snow had stopped, and all was silent.

Lux herself jumped down from the statue and returned to the podium. At her request, several Hextech users had reinforced it with ice. The signs of battle remained, but Lux continued her Winter Speech as though all that had happened was a sudden gust of wind and a brief snowfall.

For the audience below, this was undoubtedly Lux's chance to show the charisma of a leader.

The snowfall had blocked the view, so most of the audience beyond the third row had no idea what had happened onstage. But the collapsed podium and the assassins being led away made it clear that there had been an assassination attempt.

And given the Iceblood Lineage's distinctive white hair, anyone with a little knowledge of the world could readily realize